O’KILLER OF MY DREAM
My friend pronounces:
“People today,
Shout slogans to save me,
But they are the biggest killers to me.”
You cut her down,
To make some paper
And you scribble down,
‘Save tree ’, a slogan to the town.
Today I ask you,
Did my friend do anything wrong to you,
By donating money
And nest to the birds who flew.
O’ murderers
I ask you again,
What wrong has my best friend done to you?
That it is scared of an assassin,
Which is for sure you.
Now, it is on you,
To choose the world,
Which shall be without trees
And is lifeless to me and you.
Or the world,
Which was lifeless, without trees
And now you are willing,
To make it welcoming,
Brimful with greens.
If you choose the world I dream,
O’people
I see my dream approach me,
Where,
I see a world like MAYO,
Which,
Is a grassy world for me, Now,
Let’s give a life ,.
To a lively soul-mate to you and me,
It is itself THE TREE
Amogh Rohmetra
Class IX
Mayo College Ajmer
may be
May be today, when you walk by,
May be you’ll smile, may be say “HI,”
May be you’ll see, down deep in my heart,
May be something between us will start,
May be again, you’ll say “HELLO,”
Because you love me,
And you want me to know,
But, may be again, you’ll just walk by,
And not even notice, the tear in my eye…
Rimjhim Kalsotra
Main Bazar, Udhampur
THE TRAGIC STORY OF VALE
It once happened
I passed by a settlement,
They knew a paradise on earth
With gardens, springs and lakes
A beautifully scenic landscape,
I heard of Habba Khatoon,
The poetess of the land,
Who penned down her life’s tragic tales,
The gardens were laid by Mughal emperor
Its settlers lived without fear of horror,
They toiled in their paddy fields,
Chanting in chorus, their sweet folk songs,
They earned their bread through boating the tourists,
Across their world-famous Nagin and Dal lakes,
Visitors in Spring thronged its resorts,
Went for skating and skiing in Winters.
The spot was known for its tall chinar tress,
That symbolised the beauty of Kashmir.
The snow-capped hills, the tulip gardens
Were the assets that the vale one owned
Then a weird catastrophe,
Struck the dale,
The charm was lost, the eclipse prevailed,
The springs embittered,
The lakes dried out,
The green grasslands metamorphosed,
The youthful bloom of the vale,
Once inspiring the poets and litterateurs,
Now portrayed a dreadful hell.
This is the tragic of the vale,
I once passed by
Ashiq Hussain Rather
Doda
HAPPINESS
Happiness is a sweet feeling
Which makes perfect dealing
Whenever we are sad
Happiness make us always happy
Whenever we are angry
Sweetness makes us always sweet
Happiness always helps us to
Forget our all sad moments.
Togetherness is the way to make us happy.
I desire that no one in the world be sad.
If is that means you are alone and
Wants to share your feeling
I wish and want everyone to be happy.
Sukriti Chadha
Class: VII ‘C’
G D Goenka Public School
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